OOC: Hello everyone! Inspired by Minyelaírë's fan-fiction of the Kinn-lai and the deserts of Harad, I will be bringing you a fan-fiction detailing of Dagor Dagorath! Now some of you may have heard, some not: Dagor Dagorath is a battle that will take place near the end of Arda. I will write it in the most tolkien-like style I can muster, especially regarding the Valar. Here are some Q&As on the known facts of Dagor Dagorath (In construction)

Q: What is this Dagor Dagorath?
A: Dagor Dagorath is the very last battle between good and Evil. In this battle, Melkor has broken the doors of night and escapes, resurrecting Sauron, and all his evil works, to fight with him in the biggest battle before the destruction of Arda. This was prophecized by Mandos in the unedited version of the Silmarillion, but some editorial work by Christopher Tolkien saw it removed.

Q: What will happen?
A: It is basically the battle that shall destroy Arda, and Arda will be reborn and healed again. All the Free peoples, the Valar, and all Evils, Melkor and such, will participate in this battle. The spirit of Fëanor will be released from the Halls of Mandos to give the Silmarilli to Yavanna, who shall break them open and restore the light to the two trees in Valinor.

Q: What comes after Dagor Dagorath?
A: After Dagor Dagorath, Arda as we know it shall perish and be consumed by destruction, after which the firstborn and the Ainur shall sing the Second Great Music of the Ainur and Arda will be rebirthed. No one knows what shall happen to Arda reborn, though all that is known is that the Second Music shall be greater than the first.

Chapter 1: An Ill Foreboding

The night swiftly broke upon the two now-dead trees, Telperion and Laurelin, as Aman lay in all it's grace under the cover of the stars, floating in the Heavens, away from the sight of Mortals in the world below the continent. Ithil, Illuminator of the dark skies, quivered slightly as though something amiss was stirring in the dark nothingness. The mound which was Ezellohar stood empty and without light, the two withering trees, and Nàmo foresaw grim tidings ahead. Then Manwë, King of the Valar, called the Valar to Council, for he feared that the prophecy of Nàmo was slowly bearing fruitition.
"Speak, Nàmo, tell us what you see." He commanded Nàmo, who slowly recounted the prophecy,
"When the world is old and the Powers grow weary, then Morgoth, seeing that the guard sleepeth, shall come back through the Door of Night out of the Timeless Void; and he shall destroy the Sun and Moon. But Eärendil shall descend upon him as a white and searing flame and drive him from the airs. Then shall the Last Battle be gathered on the fields of Valinor. In that day Tulkas shall strive with Morgoth, and on his right hand shall be Fionwe, and on his left Turin Turambar, son of Húrin, coming from the Halls of Mandos; and the black sword of Turin shall deal unto Morgoth his death and final end; and so shall the children of Húrin and all Men be avenged."
The Elves, hearing of this old prophecy once more, started whispering in fear among others, for they knew that this would be the end of days, and what came after, they knew not.

Chapter 2: Of the Escape of Melkor

The endless Nothingness, far beneath the stars created by Vardar, Queen of the Valar, stirred slowly. Beneath the sky, illuminated by the vessel upon which Ithil was situated upon, an amiss disturbance could be detected among the fair twinkling lights. The Void, behind the Door of Night, stood Melkor, known as Morgoth Bauglir, with his army gathered upon him. Swiftly he broke the glorious doors which barred his way unto the World before him, and the Darkness which he brought upon him came to slowly encroacheth on all things fair. Ever black was the mass whence he came from, and ever black it stood high in the sky, weaving webs of dread and uncertainity among the Elves. They cowered in fear before the black mass that could be seen a distance from Alqualönde, and they asked the Valar, "What shall we do now?". However, their request came without answer, for the Valar busied themselves in observing the black mass situated above the clouds, wondering for the next cause of action. Black shapes could be seen descending down, some of them recognizeable; Sauron, the Lieutenant of Morgoth and greatest Enemy of Middle-earth during the Second and Third Ages of Arda; Gothmog, the Lord of the Balrogs and High-Captain of Angband; Glaurung, father of the Dragons which would send woes upon all Free Peopl alike; Ancalagon "the Black" greatest of winged dragons; Carcharoth, the mightiest of the accursed breed of Wolves; Draugluin, Sire of the Werewolves; And finally came the beautiful yet terrible Thuringwethil, Vampire Messenger of Sauron, from which Lúthien Tinuviel used her hide as a disguise during her quest to gain one of the Silmarilli from Angband. Black shapes they were, twisting grotesque forms as they descended from the heavens and unto the Earth below.

Melkor finds a way to break the Door of Night
(Image by John Howe, No Copyright Intended, I only use this Image to demonstrate what a Broken Door of Night could look like. Linked from Wikipedia.)

Chapter 3: The Destruction of the Sun and Moon

Morgoth laughed quick of step as his hideous shape came tumbling down from the clouds, and he approached Ithil, the grace that is the Moon, and swiftly extinguished it a strike of his hammer, Grond, Hammer of the Underworld. The Moon was destroyed, it's mere existence extinguished, never completing it's last voyage through the skies of Arda, and Tilion fled to Valinor to seek comfort of the loss of the most "beautiful work of silver he had ever seen." Morgoth, still laughing in his foul malice and in hate and spite of the Valar, descended upon Anar, the Sun, hiding, ever watchful, behind the Walls of the Sun where it rested, and he too, with a swift stroke of Grond, extinguished one of the last remaining fruits which Laurelin bore, and Arien, guider of the Sun, was lost to Aman, never returning; And ever did the Valar grieve for her loss, for they held her dear and she was one of the only untainted Fiery Spirits of the Maia, who tended to the light of Laurelin before it was destroyed by the foul works of Morgoth and Ungoliant.
A Flash of White light could be seen, and as quickly as the fastest creatures of Middle-Earth did Eärendil, in his wrath and love for the Sun and Moon, descend upon the corrupted Ainur from his never ending Voyage in the skies, and drove him back, white as a searing flame, and shining in his brightness as he attempted to ward off the Evil. And thus Melkor was forced to retreat, hissing in his pain as Eärendil burned him with his brightness, gathering his Armies for the coming battle, intending to Conquer Arda and populate it with his own foul malice and works. However, the World stood black and without light, for the Sun and Moon were no more.

Chapter 4: Of the Release of Fëanor and the rekindling of the Two Trees

And then Manwë counselled, for he was driven by a heavy burden and by the prophecy of Mandos, "Long have we waited, now it is time for this to End." Said the King of the Valar, deep in thought, "It is time for Fëanor to be released from the Halls of the Dead."
And thus Mandos agreed and arranged for the release of Fëanor, now cleansed of the distrust that he had harbored for the Valar, and he met Yavanna, Giver of Fruits in the Gardens of Lórien, and bore with him the Silmarilli, and said, "My Lady, I have brought you the Silmarilli."
In response Yavanna smiled and looked upon Fëanor, seeing him in the light of good, and replied, "That is well, Young Child, for these are dark times, and no more should we be thinking of the strife which caused your kin such pain! The times have changed, and now we must look ahead to the future, and the well-being of all life in this world." And with these words she walked towards Ezellohar, the mound where the two majestic trees were, still beautiful even in their withered state. Standing before the majestic gardens, she said "The Light of the Silmarilli shall rekindle the Two Trees of Valinor." And she swiftly set the Silmarils by the Trees, and broke them open. Fëanor mourned for the destruction of his creations, which he had done so much for, but his mourn was stiffled as the light from his creations rose from the stones, and entwined themselves on the dead trees, weaving ropes of light as they slithered up the trees, shining majestically and brightly. Swift was the light of Telperion and Laurelin rekindled, and Fëanor beheld the light of the trees with Wonder, and he remembered back in the Olden days, when he was young and when he beheld the light so many years ago. And the Pelóri Mountains were flattened, and the whole of Arda was filled with their light; And Melkor shrank in fear, for now Arda was covered in the Light of the Two Trees, unmarred. The Men which lived in Middle-earth beheld the light in wonder; So great and majestic was their light that their eyes could not bear the brightness of it all, and they were almost blinded, yet they came to love the light, and all was purified and enlightened.

The Light of the Two Trees Rekindled
(Image by Roger Garland. I only use it to illustrate the scene of the Story. No copyright intended. Linked from Tolkien Gateway)

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